Elliott Smith - Suicide Machine lyrics

Baby got a place in the sun
Selling people shade
Renting out a room in a remote little corner
Of profit's promenade talking on the phone
Waiting for a ring
Well, everybody’s trying to turn me
Into a suicide machine

I’ll be riding forth on my pony
If you wanna see me tonight
Dressed in black, up at the line of attack
By my counterpart in white
Can’t look every way gonna move the street
Everybody’s trying to turn me
Into a suicide machine

Everything’s all right
'Cept for how it seems
And everybody wants to turn me
Into a suicide machine

Baby got a place in the sun
I had to shade my eyes
I don’t think I’ll ever
Know anyone besides you but it’s no surprise
I know what you want and I got what you need

But everybody’s trying to turn me
Into a suicide machine
Everybody’s trying to turn me
Into a suicide machine
Everybody’s trying to turn me
Into a suicide machine